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I'd rather hear our voices blend
The hymn of love to raise;
Than to the drunkard's chorus lend
One note, to catch their praise.
Though croaking tongues forbode my fall,
And tempt my strength with wine;
I'll
dash the viper to the wall,
~
And safety-joy-are mine!
Poem Redted at the Opening of the Bradford Temperance
Hall, March,
i838.
The Commodore
One part Rye whiskey,
The juice of half a Lime,
One teaspoonful of powdered sugar,
Two dashes of Orange bitters.
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The Fred Whitney
Ya
Gin.
Ya
French Vermouth.
Ya
Apricot Brandy.
The Guard's
1h
Gin.
1h
Italian Vermouth.
Two dashes of Curacao.
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